Alcohol Addiction

Street of Children

Children were running. Children were screaming. Children were fleeing from their homes. Thomas could hear them and see them from his window.

Thomas was an ordinary boy with an ordinary life. He walked to school everyday with his 7 year old brother, Henry and waved to the postman on his walk home in the afternoon. See, ordinary life. Ordinary boy. Nothing to worry about.

It was 11:34 and the kids screaming outside wasn't getting any quieter. "Was Halloween early this year?" Thomas thought. Not thinking much about it Thomas slowly walked back over to his Star Wars patterned bed, wincing as the floorboards began to creak, and laid down on top of it. Thomas room was small and empty. He had a dark, mahogany cupboard on one side of  his window and a small, white desk on the other. His Star Wars themed bed was crookedly placed in the middle of the square room and his door was right across fro-

"Thomas!" yelled Henry as he burst through the oak door, puffing. Henry was dressed in marvel p'js and had sweat all over his chest and forehead.

"What's wrong? Jeez, Are you alright?" asked Thomas standing up from his bed and walking over to Henry.

"It's Mum and Dad. There's something wrong with them! They-they-they tried to kill me!" said Henry, more quietly looking around for a sign of any movement.

"It was probably just a dream. Go back to bed Henry. We need to get up early for band practice." Mumbled Thomas, walking bad towards his bed.

"It's true! Don't you think something's wrong?! There are kids running and screaming outside! Maybe, all the parents are like this?" said Henry raising his voice more anxiously.

"Just show me where mum and dad are, ok?" said Thomas, giving up on the argument. Thomas got up from his bed and walked over to Henry. Henry's eyes were more clear now. Bloodshot and dark. "Come on?" said Thomas lightly pushing Henry out of his doorway into the dark hallway of the second floor of their home. Henry was shaking and sweating even more. Thomas pushed him again, further into the dark abyss of the corridor. Henry timidly walked towards the end of the dark hallway. Their parents bedroom.